A Diabolical Separation ✔ (Sequel To An Angelic Devotion) (GirlxGirl) (Lesbian)

Chapter 6 Part 2

Getting to the front doors of the building, I hand the blanket off to the atheist I'm with. But I freeze up once wrapping my hands around the door handles, my enemy watching in confusion. Staying quiet for most of this empty moment, he softly asks seconds later, "You know you can leave now, right, Ophelia?"

"I do, I'm just thinking." Or more like realizing. My heart is still racing, and my palms are still sweating from what these people put me through. I'm hot, delirious, and electric: all the ways I felt when I was with Jayden. Since she's gone, I'm becoming more and more desperate for a replacement of her. Will the Abolitionists be it? "But I suppose I can listen to what your mom has to say." I bite my lip.

He gasps. "Oh wow. Okay. But are you sure—"

"Yes. I need to borrow a phone beforehand, though. You and Sebastian snatched me away before I could grab mine from the bench it was on." My family and friends have to be going insane.

"I had to do it . . ." He sighs about the ordeal, dragging out his cellphone and handing it to me.

I narrow my eyes at him as I mumble, "We'll see soon if it was necessary." I decide leaving only a voicemail for my uncle; I keep it short, but long enough to let him know I'm alive and well. And I, of course, mention I love him and everyone at home.

Giving the atheist his device back, he finally tells me, "I'm Dylan, by the way. Dylan Castillo."

I nod. "Yes, but you have two first names? I could've sworn Sebastian called you something else."

Dylan gets tense to utter, "Explaining that to you now would be useless."

"O-oh . . . Alright." I swallow as I frown over his darkness, him quiet for our entire walk back to the others.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, the feisty lil' angel is back?" Sebastian yaps as I follow Dylan to a table in the lunchroom.

"Yeah, and she might stay. So don't do anything that'll make me squirt you with water, heathen." His brother teases.

"I won't rack the gal too hard." The shirtless Castillo smiles.

"How about not at all? Or is that too hard for you?"

"You've gotta chill out, little bro." Sebastian insists. "It'll all be okay—"

"This is our only chance, Seb." Dylan hisses. "So don't fuck it up."

Their mother, as she was likely alerted about my return, bubbles up upon seeing me again. While Dylan happily talks with her about my change of mind, a ginger with ocean eyes glares me down beside Valeria as the two come deeper inside the room.

This girl is gorgeous, though not so much in a modern way, but of a Victorian damsel. And the flowing paisley dress she wears . . . It hugs against her shapely body so well that I could only dream it would fit me in the same way. What's it like being her or Brittany: drop-dead gorgeous? Shaking my mind of its raging envy, I send the blooming girl a smile for her to return a nasty scowl.

"Oh my goodness, Ophelia! You don't know how happy I am right now! Thank you so much!" Valeria says to me, patting Dylan's back as she starts leaving. "I'll go gather everyone now—"

"Should I come along, Val?" The porcelain doll next to her asks.

"It's okay, because I'll be quick, Zara, I promise!"

Once she's gone, the redhead skips up to Dylan, who hugs her tightly. I don't hear what they speak about, but whatever he's saying makes her blush and giddy. As she lovingly brushes against him and I flutter inside at the adorable sight, Sebastian slides in the spot across from me, which blocks my view. "So you're really hanging around this bullshit place?" He asks, tilting his head.